Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Yeah, sure,” he says, and he walks me out with one last hug and kiss, and I make my way over to Mark’s place.
I’m taking out the food from the oven when I hear his key in the door. “In the kitchen!” I shout, and he comes in, tossing his keys on the counter and coming to kiss me. “Hello.”
“Hey,” he says quietly and grabs a piece of bread and tosses it in his mouth.
“I want to spend next Christmas with Karrie,” I tell him, and he looks at me. “I know I said I wanted to keep things under wraps for now, but next year, I want to spend it here, and maybe your parents can come over.”
“Okay,” he says. It’s all he ever says. I could ask him to go to Alaska and sleep in igloos, and all he will say is okay. He will never really say no to me.
“That’s it? Okay?” I tell him, grabbing my wine glass. “Just like that?”
He leans against the counter in front of me and looks at me. “Will you be there?” he asks, and I nod. “Then okay.” He grabs another piece of bread. “And for the record, I don’t like that you’re trying to start a fight because you’re nervous about meeting my parents.”
“I’m not trying to start a fight, Markos,” I tell him, though, I have to admit, he’s right. I am picking on every little thing the past couple of days to see if he will argue with me, but instead of giving in to my craziness, he just agrees and kisses me, and just like that, I’m okay. My nerves calm, and the next morning, I wake up way before the alarm and then look at him. “Do you think that the lady is going to come every day and feed Elsa?” I ask him, and he opens his eye at me. Instead of answering me, he plants himself inside me, and by the time he’s done, I don’t even know what I was complaining about.
We pull up to the house, and I look over at him. “If your parents don’t like me, we can’t date,”
I finally tell him, and he smiles at me and leans over to kiss me. “I’m not kidding, Markos. I will not be that woman.”
“And what woman is that?” he asks me, holding my cheek in his hand.
“The woman whose in-laws hate her but just smile to keep the peace,” I tell him. “The ones who they dread to be with.”
“Vivienne, I promise you that my parents are going to love you,” he says and kisses my lips, and when I look over at the house again, I see that his parents are standing in the doorway waiting for us.
“Oh my God.” I duck and hide in the seat. “They just watched us make out.” I try to hide my face.
“Hey,” he says, taking my hands away from my face. “We basically live together.” He laughs, and it makes me gasp.
“Oh my God.” I put my hands in front of my mouth. “You think they know we have sex?” He just smiles and shakes his head, getting out of the car. He walks around to my side and opens my door, putting out his hand. “Do you think they’ll know I sucked your dick this morning?” I ask him quietly as I get out of the car. I stop, and he turns around to look at me. “Does my face glow?”
“What?” he asks and just shakes his head and proceeds to walk, but I pull him back.
“Does my face glow?” I ask him again. “If it glows, they will know we had sex.” But he doesn’t answer me; he just walks ahead, and I follow him not because I want to but because if I don’t, I’m going to slip on my fucking ass. High heels and ice are not a winning combination.
“Mom, Dad,” Mark says as he helps me up the five steps to their house.
“Markos,” his mother says and grabs his face and brings it down to her lips, kissing his cheeks.
“Angela,” his father says, pulling her back. “Give the man some space.” They move away from the door, and we step in. Mark closes the door behind us.
“Hello,” I say to them and lean in to kiss his mother’s cheek and then to his father. “Thank you so much for having me.”
“Mom, Dad,” Mark says, putting his arm around my waist. “I know you’ve met through FaceTime, but this is Vivienne.” He smiles like I’ve never seen him smile before, and he even puffs out his chest. “Vivienne, this is my dad, Angela, and Yanni.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” I say to them.
“Look at how pretty she is,” Angela says to Yanni. “She glows.” She smiles, and I want to crawl into a hole, but I’m saved by the doorbell. I move to the side, and just like that, more people arrive.